Seems Like A Lie

Fili and kili are babysitting but Fili has a mind to call it ‘baby bothering’ as Kíli takes great joy is teasing and fibbing to his littlest cousin when big bad Thorin isn’t around to protect his dwobbit son from his nonsense. But Frodo has all of Bilbos smarts and Thorins temper and has caught on to Kili’s games and learnt some very colorful gestures in the process.

(Though he may have learnt that particular one from Bilbo)

I like the head canon that hobbits for tails so.. here. Enjoy (he keeps it tied to his leg out of the way so it doesn’t get cut off in battle and also he’s a little embarrassed he doesn’t fit in)

Follow me into the dark

Thorin and Bilbo are both good men but no good man is truly safe from a creeping irresistible greed.

I love them being kinda evil I’m sorry.

Will I ever fully render this? Maybe, depends how bored I get

Why is writing so hard. I know what I want to show you guys but WORDS!!!

Day 22 - Gender

"It's obvious enough," Dis said with a raised eyebrow. "Though I'm not sure why you care."

"I..." Bilbo sat back, nonplussed. "Well, I don't want to offend anyone, surely that's clear enough. In the Shire..." Dis' bark of laughter cut him off.

"You aren't in the Shire, my soon-to-be Lord Consort," she snorted. "And you'll annoy far more people trying to figure out what's in their pants than not in a dwarven kingdom, not that it's any big secret. Look," she sighed, "if you use 'he' for everyone, it's fine; Khuzdul doesn't have all that nonsense that Sindarin and the Southron tongues do where words shift around, so that's how we use Westron as well. There's two 'genders' here, as you call it; dwarf and non-dwarf." She grinned. "Though you yourself are a bit of a crossed category on the last one, mind."

Oh….0////0

Render process on an elf Thorin

Hey, come here.. let me tell you something..

Dwobbit Frodo loves his Aunt Dis.

Frodo might be a tornado with a sword but he’s also rather sensitive by dwarven standards and while Dis is as tough as a steel capped boot she’s also a dame and a mother and loves her sulky, sensitive little nephew.

Frodo: *storming into Dis’s Chambers* I’ve had enough! I just can’t!

Dis: *looking up from a length of chain she was closing* Oh?

Frodo: *Standing there with his hands balled in his shirt lip quivering* they make fun of me! Even- even when I beat them! Even when I train harder and fight better

Dis: *standing and bonking her head against her nephew with a chuckle* that’s called jealousy dear one.

Frodo: they aren’t jealous of me! They said I’m a cry baby

Dis: a cry baby hmm? Sounds like a peddle a used to know

Frodo: Dwarves don’t cry..

Dis: ah but this one did, all the time, even now I think he weeps when no one is looking for he has a lot to cry about

Frodo: who?

Dis: Thorin

Frodo: WHAT!? âdâ doesn’t…what?

Dis: yup! Your father was a the biggest cry baby of them all even at your age!

Frodo: *stunned*

Dis: I’m pretty sure that’s why he sulks when he’s upset because if he spoke loudly his voice would crack…

Frodo: *wipes his eyes and laughs* that’s horrible!

Dis: just.. don’t tell him I told you or there will be a royal funeral

Frodo: for who?

Dis: who ever loses the death match your âdâ would challenge me to for telling his son he has emotions other then angry and hungry

Frodo: *well and truly cheered up* Thanks zâmar *bumps heads with her lightly and runs off to go back to his training*

Dis: *watching that that little mop of black hair disappear out her door* Mahal.. Frerin would have loved that boy

Just to let everyone know, despite my best efforts and the advice or a local hedgehog rescue expect

Yesterday evening Wee Thorins health took a dive that she was unable to recover from. This morning at approximately 6:30 she passed away in her sleep on a warm hot water bottle with a full belly, by my side. She passed very peacefully.

I’m sorry I couldn’t have done more for her. The cold has come hard and fast this year and late born babies like her don’t seem to have much of a chance

I’m am holding her little body on my hand as I write this, giving her lots of pets before I prepare to bury her.

This is a sad day. But I hope she has gone to a place full of meal worms and warm hiding spots.

“Thank you for the time I had with you sweet one, you were cuddly and lovely and I will miss you dearly”

Thank you to all of you for your interest in her and your support

Rest in peace Wee Thorin

Approx. March 20th - April 9th 2025

Does the one ring change sizes to fit its new ‘owner’ or (more likely story) Sauron has tiny weird baby hands.

The concept of transfem/transmasc solidarity implies the existence of inter trans warfare and I don’t know about you lot but I’m not fighting an army of 6’0 10/10s unless they have pointy ears.